Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 193

Jin Feng found it odd that Mo Yu intended to break through the heavily guarded Song family estate with just her sword and assassinate the family head hiding within. Seeing Mo Yu already prepared, she could only describe, “The Song family head is usually in the master bedroom, study, or hall. He has a square face, often plays with a jade thumb ring on his right hand, and has a clear scar from his left eye down to his temple.”

“The ones who’ve been opposing us are this guy and the second, third, and fourth masters.

They’re all middle-aged. The fourth master is a womanizer, thin and pale. The third master is skilled in martial arts, fierce and burly. The second master loves reading, he’s the most cunning, and usually the one who comes up with nasty schemes. He looks like a scholar but is a smiling tiger.”

As Jin Feng described them, Mo Yu scanned each one with her spiritual power.

The Song family indeed had two Nascent Soul phase experts guarding the place.

However, these two were currently indulging in pleasures.

They seemed to rely on their cultivation and were completely engrossed in their indulgences, listening to songs.

These people were all weaklings whose cultivation was clearly built on herbs and pills.

Mo Yu’s spiritual power was undetectable to these paper tigers.

The Soul Devouring Sword, like a ghost, traced a black line through the sky and quickly swooped down.

Mo Yu found the Song family head in the study.

He was with a concubine, lost in intimate conversation.

This was the family head’s most unguarded moment.

Mo Yu rapidly changed her hand seals, and the Soul Devouring Sword, like the reaper’s scythe, effortlessly pierced the window and claimed the family head’s life.

The woman in bed wiped blood from her face and screamed.

“Ah!”

Before the sound could travel, the Soul Devouring Sword dashed out the window and entered the study.

Inside, a scholarly man was planning with his subordinates. “The Wei family, strike tonight. Bring plenty of men. I want the whole family exterminated.”

His subordinate grinned. “Got it, sir. Not a single fly will escape.”

Suddenly, the scholarly man’s head fell.

The subordinate, stunned, stared at the head rolling to his feet.

Screams and shouts filled the air as the Song family members ran chaotically.

Mo Yu relaxed her hand seals, and the Soul Devouring Sword, now stained with blood, floated back to her side.

Jin Feng was dumbfounded. “It’s… over?”

Mo Yu cast a cleansing spell, removing all blood from the sword.

The Soul Devouring Sword vibrated happily.

Mo Yu stepped onto the sword and extended her hand to Jin Feng. “Come on.”

Jin Feng, looking at the woman floating in mid-air and offering her hand, was secretly impressed.

What a charismatic woman.

She liked her!

“Those you wanted dead are all dead,” Mo Yu said.

Jin Feng laughed heartily. “Those guys have no idea who did it. The Zhen Wu Sect can’t blame us.

Well done! Miss Mo, you’ve won my friendship. You can come and go as you please in Golden Phoenix Village. If need be, I can even make you the ninth chief.”

Mo Yu, lazily squinting, directed the Soul Devouring Sword back to the village.

“No need to be the ninth chief. I like the scenery here. Just let me stay for a while.”

“Of course, stay as long as you want!”

Jin Feng led Mo Yu to the village and arranged for her to stay in the most scenic house, with a view of the beautiful landscape right outside the window. She instructed the servants not to disturb her.

Mo Yu, who spent almost all her previous life cultivating or wandering the Opportunity Tower, found living in such a serene and picturesque place truly relaxing.

The villagers were friendly and hospitable, greeting her warmly wherever she went.

Even those harvesting lotus seeds on boats invited her to join them.

This carefree and leisurely life didn’t last long before Ning Shaoyang arrived.

Su Manhua followed behind him, holding her qin and looking at Mo Yu with bright eyes. “Martial Aunt, as soon as Master heard you were staying in the village, he came immediately.”

Mo Yu, reclining on a soft couch, lazily propped her head on her hand and squinted.

“What do you want?”

Ning Shaoyang stepped forward, eyes burning with passion. “I want to discuss qin techniques with you.”

Mo Yu felt a headache coming on. Couldn’t she just relax for a bit?

She yawned, turned over, and pressed a stimulating storybook under her.

“I’m busy, no time.”

Ning Shaoyang frowned. “Aren’t you free right now?”

Su Manhua quickly pulled Ning Shaoyang’s sleeve, giving him a meaningful look, then flashed a big smile at Mo Yu.

She turned her hand, and a stack of storybooks appeared.

“Martial Aunt, there are many talented scholars among the common folk. One genius writer, who spent his life among imperial concubines, wrote some rare books before his death. They are widely circulated among the people. These are our gifts to you.”

Hearing this, Mo Yu’s drowsiness vanished, and she sat up. “Oh? Let me see.”

Su Manhua smiled. “Martial Aunt, I personally copied these in small seal script. The handwriting is neat and easy on the eyes.”

Mo Yu opened a book, which detailed the secrets between the writer and the concubines.

The first page described a tryst under the moonlight.

Exciting!

Waving her hand, she stored all the books away and finally smiled. “Alright, you can come to me with questions. One hour a day.”

Daring to say such things to the revered Zither Saint was something only Mo Yu could do.

Questions?

As the Zither Saint, he had reached perfection in his art. How could he have questions?

Ning Shaoyang, however, wasn’t angry. Instead, he smiled and placed the Dragon Scale Jade Zither on the table.

“Miss Mo, I have a Zither score here. Could you help me look at it?”

Mo Yu took the yellowed sheet of music and casually flipped through a few pages, then sat up, becoming more serious.

She hummed a few lines from the piece.

Her voice was soft and ethereal, like a divine melody.

A few short lines transported the listeners’ souls beyond the heavens.

The two in the room watched silently as Mo Yu flipped through the pages, glancing briefly at each one.

This speed made Ning Shaoyang slightly unhappy.

“This Zither score is something I obtained from a hidden realm. It’s the legacy of a senior who used the Zither as a weapon. It’s his life’s work. I’ve tried practicing it, but I can’t master it. Perhaps because it’s incomplete.”